[Intro]

Peace up! Ya'll know what it is

Yeah, man, BlackSox

It's Usher baby, yeah

Just a little warm up


[Verse 1]

I was out in the city of ATL, where we steady keep it popping

We got them Georgia peaches so sweet that you want to bite them

And we got the hardest slang that bang from every city

Does anybody know how to make it rain?

We keep that carpet green in the city, the saddle in the traffic

You ever got a problem, homie? We make you feel unstopped

Oh, no, yes, sir

So when you see me in the club, partner this is how you greet me, throw it up


[Hook]

I can make it rain 24 stacks in the air

It's raining money in here, throw it up, ah, throw it up, ah

You gotta get it on the floor, short

Get it in on the floor, shorty

Get down on your knees

I'm trying to get you all alone

So you can feel the chrome up in my Chevy drop top

This the part where everybody throw up the A


[Verse 2]

Aye, what it do, shorty? Let me get that number, shorty

What you see in the A, we shoulder lean and snap, shorty

We keep the hottest fit, fresh to death

Come in the club like we never left

If you ain't with it, shorty, get gone

(Yeah, I'm coming)